ASHYRRYN, Wynne Beatrix Cassandra

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WYNNE BEATRIX CASSANDRA ASHYRRYN

FULL NAME: Wynne Beatrix Cassandra Ashyrryn.
NICKNAMES: She alternates between using Wynne and Beatrix, so sometimes goes by Bea or Trix – never Trixie.
AGE: Twenty-one
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Straight.
STATUS: Single.
GROUP: Student.
GRADE: Freshman.
MAJOR: Dance (Minor in Biology).
JOB OCCUPATION: Planet Hollywood Waitress.

HAIR: Brown, long, and naturally comes with a natural wave in its length that Wynne likes to turn into curls. She enjoys fancy updos as well as wearing it down, but they take time and she doesn’t always have that.
EYES: Blue.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: None - yet.
TATTOOS: None – for a reason. Though she wishes she could have one.
PIERCINGS: Just her ears once.
PLAY-BY: Sarah Bolger!

LIKES: training, ballet, throwing knives, the gun range, Peter Pan, getting out of breath, martial arts classes, her personal trainer, Game of Thrones, fantasy books, being tidy, colour coordinating her wardrobe, mascara, sweet potato fries, seaweed wraps, broaches, cookie dough ice cream, gym clothes, squirrels, anatomy classes, text flirting, pitta wraps, tiger balm, baking brownies.
DISLIKES: sinus infections, black olives, washing her make up bushes, nightmares, hiding bruises, mumblings, mandatory therapy sessions, the justice system, swimming goggles, social media, flying, being injured in training, oily skin, smokers, toe rings (what is the point?), tuna, reckless drivers, peonies, tiny shorts, desperate men, beer, pumpkin spice lattes.
FEARS: flying, never getting her revenge, car accidents.
SECRETS: Wynne is in New York for revenge on the man who murdered her father and stole her mother’s necklace from her. The man let her see his face, left her alive, and practically mocked her that night, but now Wynne is determined to do what the justice system couldn’t; make him pay.
PERSONALITY: Coming to New York for her revenge is a testament to Wynne’s determination. She’s fit and athletic, not just through her dance, but also through all of the training and classes she does in recent years. She’s vengeful these days, and doesn’t let people get away with hurting those close to her. Wynne puts on an amazing act, and plays the role of the good, innocent girl perfectly. She’s meticulous and has her entire plan worked out for when the day comes that she will have her revenge. She’s probably on the OCD spectrum with elements of her life, too. She’s more than organised, more that tidy. She’s still young, and Wynne shows that by having fun at least on the weekends. She’s the type who can make friends easily, so long as they’re up for nights in the clubs, dancing until their feet hurt. Wynne can be a harmless flirt, but until she achieves her end goal she doesn’t have any intention of settling down in a relationship or letting her heart have what it really wants. She needs to have her revenge before she can carry on with her life; everything else is merely just an act.

MOTHER: Jennifer Alison Ashyrryn, deceased.
FATHER: Howard Arran Ashyrryn, deceased.
SIBLINGS: None.
OTHERS: Lorna Anne Morgan, 47, godmother.
Mulligan, 37 – the man who killed her father in front of her.
PETS: Colette, two, Belgian Malinois!
HOMETOWN: Aspen, Colorado.
HISTORY: Jennifer came from a wealthy family, but her parents died during their winter vacation when she was fourteen in freak accident. She had been in a lodge with a French boy at the time, and when the police found her, all they had to give her was a necklace of her mother’s – a family heirloom that was priceless. She met Howard a few years later when she went off to college. He was her opposite in so many ways, but he matched her perfectly. They married shortly after graduation and had a daughter. They lived in Jennifer’s family home in Aspen, Colorado, surviving mostly from the money her parents had left her in inheritance. They took on their own careers, too. Howard was an environmental lawyer, and Jennifer took her marketing degree to a big local business and made them even bigger, helping them go national before Wynne was even five.

Wynne was a happy little girl who wanted for nothing. She was enrolled in dance classes at the age of three and had a natural gift for it. She loved the music, loved to dance and loved almost everyone she met. She started her life being almost too trusting, liking everyone and often being left upset by those who would hurt her over little childish things. Her parents tried to educate her in these matters and it was something that got better with time, but Wynne was always the nice, sweet girl who people liked and occasionally took advantage of. She was close to her parents when she was young. They had a summer vacation and a winter vacation – Jennifer wouldn’t let the story of her own tragic past ruin the future for herself, or Wynne and Howard. They were a happy family. They had a great time, with camping weekends, trips to the cities across America to make memories. Their house was full of photographs of their adventures together. They never had more than one child, purely because they were content with their beautiful daughter and Wynne never asked about siblings. She always listened to friends fighting with theirs, complaining about how ruined everything and she could never see the lasting appeal of having a brother or sister after that.

Life was good, right up until Wynne’s twelfth year. It was then that Jennifer was killed. She had been driving to the school to pick Wynne up after a dance class when a driver ran a red light at an intersection and ploughed straight into the driver’s side of Jennifer’s car. She was rushed to hospital while the family were alerted and Howard collected Wynne. There they waited while doctor’s operated. Jennifer came out of surgery and spent two months hooked up to machines and ventilators while they waited for some sign of brain activity. Nothing was there. The doctors had told them that the chances were slim, but they had hoped for a real long time for anything at all. Eventually, one late night Howard kept Wynne up and they spent the night in the hospital room talking about their best memories of Jennifer, crying tears of sadness and joy at the woman they loved as a wife and mother. In the morning, tired and grieving, he signed the paperwork to have her taken off life support. She passed away, and then buried her later that same week.

Wynne danced through her grief for her mother. It was all that she could do. She danced until her feet bled some days and her muscles ached on others. Howard watched in confusion a lot of the time and it took a while for the father and daughter to come together again. They did though, just before the holidays. They went away, like they used to, and there they re-connected. They returned home closer than ever and Wynne was daddy’s little girl once more. There was nothing they couldn’t tell each other. Wynne gave her blessing for Howard to date again if the right woman came along, but Howard never found anyone he felt comfortable around; none of them were like Jennifer. He had been an excellent husband, was still a brilliant father, but he did not make a fantastic boyfriend and never tried again. He did, however, give Wynne Jennifer’s necklace. It was the priceless heirloom that she had always worn and he gifted it to her on her fourteenth birthday saying that Jennifer would want her to have it. Wynne never took it off. She never boasted about it, or mouthed off about its worth. To those who didn’t know it looked like a piece of faux vintage jewellery, but if anyone looked back at the family albums they would see it adorning the necks of the maternal line for generations. It was probably far too precious for her to wear the way she did on the day-to-day, but Howard couldn’t bring himself to tell her to put it away when he could see how much it meant to her – after all it was all she had left of her mother, just like Jennifer had before her. Mother and daughter had been united in their own identical tragedy.

Wynne was fourteen and she was starting to gain her own freedom. She made her own way home from dance classes and friend’s houses sometimes when Howard was busy, and she spent time out of the house now. She was recovering from her mother’s grief well, and Howard was proud of the woman she was becoming as she transitioned to high school.
One autumn night Howard was home alone preparing dinner for when Wynne came. She had a late dance class in preparation for a show they had the following week, and a friend’s mom was dropping her off afterwards. He was in the kitchen when Mulligan broke in, picking the back door to gain entrance. Mulligan was no amateur. He had done this before, but never been caught. The media had given him a different name in every state he had struck in, but no law enforcement had pointed a finger at him. New to Aspen, he had liked the look of the big house with no neighbours and had targeted it with the intention of cutting up whoever was inside and taking what he could get his hands on. Howard barely registered what was happening before there was a knife being dragged across his throat. Mulligan moved the body to the lounge and raided the rest of the house, taking the cash and jewellery he could find. Wynne came home just as Mulligan was about to leave. They came face to face and Wynne saw the body of her father on the floor behind him. She froze up, terrified and Mulligan only smirked. He toyed with her, moving her hair, her jacket and flicking his blade over her blouse until he was distracted by the necklace. He knew something like that was worth a small fortune and ripped it from her neck eliciting a small scream from Wynne. He silenced her with his bloody knife pressed against her lips and then chuckled at her, kissing her hair as he left.

It was far too late to save Howard. Wynne called 911 and she was found cradling him in her lap when the police got there. After losing both of her parents she was sent to live with her godmother; Lorna Morgan. She had been a friend to her parents when they were in college, and had stayed in touch throughout their lives. She was now a doctor in the local ER and worked long tiring hours. Wynne saw very little of her, but Lorna insisted that Wynne attend two psychiatric appointments a week after what she had been through, would only let the police speak to her when she said it was okay, and swapped Wynne out of her school for one she felt would help her more when it came to dealing with the trauma. It was a privately run academy that only had small classes and spent a lot of time focussing on moving beyond what was holding the student’s back. Some were in recovery, some came from broken homes, but only one or two had traumatic losses like Wynne.

Wynne was sixteen when she realised that she didn’t want to move on. She wanted revenge. Mulligan - who the police were never able to find a single trace of – had stolen the most precious things in her life. Her father was gone, and the only thing she had of her mother’s had been taken from her, too. People had treated Wynne like she was crazy or lying for saying that she had seen him and yet he had let her live. She had heard one officer saying that if it was the man they thought it was, he hadn’t let anyone live so far. In Chicago he had killed the family and the mailman just for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Wynne wasn’t going to let this go. Mulligan was out there and he was going to keep doing this. She began looking to see if her mother’s necklace showed up anywhere online, or in the papers. It didn’t, so she ultimately concluded that he still had it. It was one of a kind and to sell it would be giving himself away. It was too hot a piece, she discovered after doing research into how burglars got rid of stolen property once they had it. If he still had it, then she wanted it back.

After that, she convinced Lorna to let her sign up for a kickboxing class. She told her that she was scared for her safety after everything that had happened and with being on her own for so long with the hours Lorna worked, she wanted to know she could protect herself if she worst happened. Lorna relented eventually, but while Wynne was at the gym she signed up for extra classes and paid for them out of her allowance. Soon she was learning not just kickboxing, but karate, boxing, and jujitsu. It was her lust for vengeance that fuelled her. She began keeping a scrapbook of everything to do with Mulligan. She looked at the first crimes he had committed to the ones he did after he had killed her father and stole her necklace. With the help of Google and some textbooks she probably shouldn’t be reading at seventeen, she managed to work out patterns in how he picked cities and states. It was still too random though to track him exactly. Otherwise he’d have been caught by someone already.

She needed to wait, to be patient. When she was eighteen she was free to do as she pleased. She thanked Lorna for letting her stay, but told her she had to leave. Nothing more than that, but Wynne kissed her godmother goodbye and then left Aspen for good. She couldn’t return to a place with such cruel memories. She travelled. Wynne hit up each town after Mulligan had blitzed through, started using another of her names so avoid being identified as his ‘only survivor’. She didn’t want him to find out that she was onto him. Two years went by and Wynne travelled across the country, surviving on money left to her in the wills of her parents. She kept training, picked up new martial arts skills, bought herself a gun and learnt how to use it, and practiced with other weapons too. She was going to bring Mulligan down one way or another. She had to.

When she was twenty, by sheer dumb luck, Wynne realised that New York was the only place Mulligan avoided. He never went near it. It had to mean something. She drove out there, flooring it for most of the way and soon found herself in the city that never sleeps. Staying in a motel until she was positive she wasn’t just going crazy it took three months before she caught a glimpse of him through the crowd in a nightclub one night. It was then she felt it. Her heart calming right down and everything slowing to a steady beat. This was it. Wynne enrolled at the college for her cover, calling Lorna to say that it was time she stopped chasing ghosts and settled down to focus on her future; her goals. She majored in dance, but took a minor in biology. She wanted to know the best ways to hurt people without it seeming too suspicious. A dancer, however, could easily wish to study the anatomical options of biology without anyone batting an eyelid. An apartment and a job soon followed and Wynne began to wait.
She couldn’t be hasty about this. It had to be just right. If she was correct, New York was never his hunting ground because it was his home. It could also be his grave. Mulligan would die by her hand. He would die painfully, slowly, and wishing he had never let her live.

YOUR ALIAS: Kim.
RULE WORDS: Kidnappedbykim.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: GIVE ME A REASON.
SAMPLE:

non.

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